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Yo, ayo High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (What I'm sippin') This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen) Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's Like we Crippin' (Like we Crippin') Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I'm missing) Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (Oh) Back then, tryna find myself I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (Oh) No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees That's how I'm living (That's how I'm living) Every time that I pop out Bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (Designer drippin') Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, when it get hot, they bring them TECs out Better watch your back or you'll be on that corner stretched out Quick to change a nigga standin' tall with his chest out And they like headshots, it won't make sense to bring a vest out Shit be devastatin', you find out your homie checked out Parents lose control, don't know her daughter havin' sex now Niggas hatin', I'm gettin' paper, that's what they pressed 'bout Went down the wrong path, switched it up and chose the best route I ain't used to have it all, I used to feel left out 'Member I was broke, ain't have a dollar, I was stressed out Now I'm tryna get richer, like Blast, let's bring the jets out Bitch, I need like ten bathrooms up in my next house High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin' Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different Back then, tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin' No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees, that's how I'm living Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin' Got a baby .40 with a new extended clip inside For any problem, bitch, it's .22 up in this clip of mine My peoples lookin' up to me, so no, I can't be victimized I got so much pent-up anger, I just wish a nigga tried You gon' die before you blink, yeah, that's gon' be a quick demise The world be so fucked up, that shit'll have you sick and tired You can't even post a picture without being criticized Was broke, but now I'm living everything I used to visualize Thinking 'bout them stories, still don't make sense how my niggas died That shit still haunt me to this day, them L's hurt a nigga pride How both of the twins leave? Why one of them didn't survive? Still want that point for Gucci, look his killer in his eyes My bad I never scored for y'all, but at least a nigga tried Walking through the opp shit with my Wesson, I couldn't get a ride I gotta run through a check for every tear a nigga cried Gon' make my mark up in this shit, make sure my spot solidified High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (What I'm sippin') This new Glock got .33, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen) Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's Like we Crippin' (Like we Crippin') Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I'm missing) Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (Oh) Back then, tryna find myself I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (Oh) No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees That's how I'm living (That's how I'm living) Every time that I pop out Bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (Designer drippin')